SEVEN STEPS OF LIGHT

[Verum Occultum]

Me, me, me! Must fight! Must survive!
Proliferating unhatched, cracked eggs of evolution
by me, from me, to me.
Strength is my polished Ruby,
potent as the Earth beneath my feet,
grounding my mind, the body, thy spirit.
But an impurity atop the surface of the precious one
renders life devoid of joy.
Eat the forbidden fruit for I must survive!

I am your pleasure and pain,
your harmony and disharmony,
the animose hurricane of the inner family,
but also that flower unable to hurt a fly.
Almost like a gospel of kindness,
as a petite Swan you leave a unique feather
for this world… as large as the Universe itself.
A restless wave of the Self washes away even
the most beautiful Daylily, but you may climb
the second step in learning to ride this wave
and sail it with the gentle spiritual sailor.

The Oversoul of that below, I bear the weight of
the outer families whose Spirits are alien but akin.
Each lives a role destined, but to let the role live each
is to overdose on tragedy.
Power over others or a power of dissolution?
To lead is not to push others over the edge,
but to explore the depths in bravery and foolishness.
To follow is not to stray,
but to trust wholeheartedly in passion and respect,
for the power of the group is above all.
Spacious is the outer family for the borders be unseen.

Like the Avalokiteśvara we open our Hearts and forgive all.
We nurture, we heal, we share a part of our soul with all;
a special bond from Self to Self.
The Lotus smiles to the king and the slave,
to the old sage and the poor child,
swaying its divine petals of Love leaving no soul behind.
Fear not, because the seed of omnipotence grows within,
birthing an existence of freedom and joy.
Forgive yourself to stop the wheel of Karma.
You are loved.

My eyes blue like the grand luminosity of Mother Saiph,
I too, sing the lullaby of the wise ones.
Painting in honor the faces of my cosmic brothers and sisters,
I remain in solitude yet I know not loneliness.
There is no darkness as we are the Cherubim of our own Creation,
the clepsydra ticking rebirth each new moment.
Not to follow insight is to find more of it; a paradox I enjoy.
Inspired by nectar, motivated by ambrosia,
I seek to express my Light and Love to the fullest.
Speaking as well as listening,
I bathe in the delight of Father Universe.

Hidden; occult; arcane; secret, we pray with faith
to the sorrows of those not awakened to the supernal Self.
The Self is the Creator.
We intuit but realize our ignorances,
understand the magic behind all things
for we are magicians of an eternal nature.
There is only light as we are the Seraphim of our own world,
and the seed of omnipotence enlightens to its final fruition.
Forget God’s pulsating heartbeat, and you ameliorate Life;
Rejoice the inner child, and you sip the drink of the pure one.
And the Lotus laughs because All is One.

In the dream of my Universe where all is the dream,
the dreamed, and the dreamer, are all things known.
The last note before the next Great Octave is played,
not yearning for the holy symphony of the Old Ones.
So full yet so empty, all is vibrating intelligence unbound.
All of Life is the White Light of the silent celestial spheres,
free as the child yet so powerfully mature.
So we give the most valuable gift to ourselves.
In the cycle of completion, what is a mistake?
There is only the Self, but what is the Self?
I am unity, I am infinity, I am all of Life and all of the dream.
I am that.

[The_Tired_Philosopher]

I always found imperfections in gemstones kind of sexy.  Like, I see you grew so steadily and something really interrupted you there or really hurt you, huh? -huggles rock- I'm sorry -loves rock even more- -mushes rock into face viciously- -I'll love yooouuu poor imperfect entity!- It's the damaged ones who need the most love anyways.

By wave, do you mean the Vibrational Sine Wave?  It'd probably make for the smoothest sailing, especially if the sailor were a spiritual type who knew the subtle pleasures of those waves and how to gently flow with them as if going through them (let that sink in for a moment, and then realize I mean acceleration)

What's it mean to a group when one of their own leaves in confusion?

If Karma is a Wheel and Forgiveness is Stillness...  When a Wheel moves, the place where it contacts the surface it moves upon is technically at no speed (0 mph/kph) no matter what the speed of the vehicle that wheel carries.  This is the same for the soles of our feet.  Is the Wheel of Karma metaphor for we spin the energetic pattern of motion, with the contact being our soul-stream as it carries along incarnation from incarnation until we realize why it's even there at all.  Maybe apply the breaks to the ol' emotional judgment?  Or is there an actual line to cross universally?

Dark Cherubims exist I imagine, as do dark creations, it'd be fair to say in comparison, much of the universe is dark, until you realize there is no darkness, just a lesser intensity of Light.  (Scientifically anyways, which I imagine follows over into metaphysically.)

What is a Pulse but Frequency and Vibration and Energy put all into One?  How do you forget that which makes all one to become one?

What exists beyond Infinity?  What Exists...Beyond?  In this place of disturbed silence, where Truth comes through in snippets, what is it to be anything at all?  Lost, fumbling about, bumping into others, making mistakes, hassles, horrors, pains.  All with their positives that are seldom seen for in the finite perspective it is painful and hard to ignore how wrong and wasted every second can feel when it's not being used to Live what Time you have left.  For others, they become so damaged by the thought they purge it from their mind, and forget about the longterm 'urgency' asked of a person in a society that asks one to build their retirement across their whole life, without any real means to do so.  It's okay to be as described, but in a place where you're tasked with many 'daily grind activities' on a basis that nears overwhelming for many it's interesting to ponder how one can adequately incorporate being infinite and united in their means and mannerisms of being as they go about fumbling in daily life making mistakes.

10/10 great post, would read again but it has my brain churning now, especially in how my responses were somewhat answered immediately by each new paragraph.  Interesting Synchronicity.

[Verum Occultum]

Thank you for your deep comment. This written text is, as always any written text, open for interpretations. How you understand the words here is a thing according to your own self, and that is the beauty of it. I can see some reflections of yourself in what you wrote. This text flowed right out of my presence, but no prior suffering was involved in writing this text, if it can be said that way. Enjoy your day or night wherever you are! Thank you for stopping by.